Poetry

This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.

  • What I live for isn’t the compliment

    It’s the look on their face when they see something they love

    That mix of joy and wonder

    I enjoy it when I feel it

    I want to share that feeling

    Adorned in all the colours with the shiny and the hearts

    It’s me, but it’s also the reaction they have

    See the compliment isn’t for me it’s for the thing

    Compliments aren’t for me

    I can never trust them

    But to bring a spark of joy to someone’s life

    It’s to make someone else’s face light up

    All this I adorn for the audience’s sake

    But at least it’s things I like now

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  • I used to roam at night like I owned the streets

    How many years has it been since I stepped foot outside to leave at night?

    And now the darkness taunts me

    The lights are glaring

    Drunk people are yelling

    I am afraid of the dark

    Alone as usual

    All 159cm of me

    What am I going to do when the night turns on me?

    How can I be confident without the sun the moon or the stars to guide me?

    Terrified of the possibilities

    The Earth is here

    Funny how the very one I’m standing on goes unnoticed

    It’s hard to feel guided by something so close and so large

    Which is funny because, really, she is who I should turn to at night

    May the Goddess guide me to daylight

    May she guide us all

    I am blessed to be only afraid of the dark

    I live in a world where the day does not being terrors

    I wish everyone could join me

    It’s not the dark that scares me it’s the things in the dark

    Human beings are scary enough during the day, they’re too much at night

    At least I have my music to hide in

    May our epic composer return once more

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  • Happy All Hallows Eve

    Morning

    Eh, it’s eve somewhere

    Heck it’s over in Japan

    I hope they had a good one

    It’s not the dressing up for me

    Nor the candy

    Most people don’t perceive it

    But the ancestors come through clearer around this time of year

    I listen in and accept the messages

    They probably don’t feel the rush of warmth like a hug when they think of Chester

    It’s a peculiar thing to explain to people who don’t get it

    And people who think they do but don’t

    The vibes change

    Haha then how to explain vibes

    Nevermind it

    However you traverse Hallowe’en,

    May your spirits guide you

    Tred fair

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  • Well that was a new one

    Seeing someone I haven’t seen in probably over ten years and she’s pregnant

    お大事に the tiny life and the older life I once knew

    Got up the courage to say something,

    Wished them both the best

    That’s what you do when you meet someone who was once a child before you

    And is now a mother

    Right?

    God, do you see this?

    I’m so frozen in place

    See all these people lapping me?

    This was your plan for me?

    何度もすれ違い人と出会って別れ合う?

    That is a strange thing for life to be

    Why does no one stick to me?

    お大事に

    Over and over again

    It’s just one more goodbye.

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  • I wonder if I’ll ever stop masking

    Masking my neurodivergency

    Masking my physical health and ability

    I wonder if I’ll ever be in a place safe enough to show someone my actual face

    Literally masking not just for health reasons but so people can’t see my expression

    Masking, masking, masking

    Hiding away every something that makes up me

    Angry that sick is something that makes up me

    When they think they can see it they’re only seeing

    What I’m letting them see

    It’s lonely, you know

    In this world where no one knows me

    I don’t think I have been able to be me long enough for even me to know me

    I’m some kind of something

    No one’s ever seen

    I wonder if I’ll ever be free

    To be me

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  • Mr Sun, Mr Sun

    My Sun

    Still so warm to sit beside you

    Even though you’re going away sooner

    Behind that tree

    It’s nice to sit in you and not feel my skin cooking, though

    You know?

    You don’t know, probably

    You’re always cooking

    My big beautiful ball of fire

    It’s that time of year immediately preceding my favourite time of year

    Granted I have favourites of every season

    But to see Winter’s Breath on every leaf

    The anticipation

    What will she bring for me this year?

    Every snowfall a gift from her coldness

    We’re North, you know

    Snowfall means the Arctic is healthy

    I dread the year not a flake falls

    I should gather the people and demand they unhand my Winter.

    Really just gather all the actual polluters and leave them in a box somewhere.

    I’m sure they’ll come in useful never again forever

    I feel betrayed that I am living to watch the world burn

    Unable to do anything about it

    Great beings of the future will see the history of our planet being

    It burned

    And think that’s normal, because lots of planets burn

    But then see the addendum by its own inhabitants

    And they will mourn the collossal loss of life we as a species perpetrated on this poor gem

    No, not by asteroid, solar explosion, collision, or any of the other numbers of things that can go wrong for a planet in space

    No, this planet was living a golden age

    It was her own children

    And they marched on to the beat of her destruction

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